Melancholy

I see the melancholy in your eyes, You may be smiling, but in your eyes The pain in your past still haunts you. It is like a deep wound that may look fine on the outside but on the inside the wound is still there, gnawing the very depths of your being. The younger years are no more, Life is not as fresh as before, Your sickness ails you, couldn't do much now. You've been swallowed by deep sitted hurt, -nothing can heal them, It dawned on you that you are all alone- all these times.